Role play can be great for sex and this can be brought into self-pleasure too. When self-pleasuring girls why not let your imagination run wild? It maybe an old sexual experience that you want to create in your mind, perhaps there was a gorgeous guy/gal you caught a glimpse of on the street or just let your mind take flight.

I have one fantasy that I would like to share with you. As I constantly repeat in my site. I want people to be open about their sexual experiences as it can only be of benefit for you and our partner. Let me share one of my fantasies with you to give an idea of what I am talking about.

My Fantasy

When I was 18 years old there was a friend of my father’ called Bob. Bob was the kind of guy that people were just radiated too. He was in his early 50’s and had a salt and pepper hair and a rugged air about him. He was a boat builder and spent most of him time outside in the boat yard. It sort of aged in him and sun drenched natural way.

Bob was not attractive in the conventional sense but had a tight body for his age as he still fixed up boats using mostly traditional methods. He was lithe, athletic and as I said had a presence about him. I guess spending a lot of time by himself working on boats by the water had made him a mellow fellow who always seemed happy with his life. Bob was the kind of guy with his nonchalant, laconic and happy approach to life exuded a presence that just seem to attract others Bob was the kind of guy who  when he walked in a bar despite his age you would have to check out again. I guess he came across as a bit of an alpha male without even trying.

Bob had been friends with my father since they were kids at school. He was more of an uncle figure really then anything else. I had been a tomboy (still am) when growing up and spent many a summers day growing up helping Bob at his boat yard. It wasn’t until I was 18 and between school and work that I realised that I found this man hot.

I don’t know if he ever knew (although I now expect he did) I was very attracted to this guy. It was my last summer working for Bob and I must confess (Still quite childish) that as the summer went on my clothes did start to get shorter (I sometimes laugh when I look back) as I tried to catch Bob’s eye. The clothes I wore weren’t always practical either. Anyhows, I am sure sometimes I felt he was looking at me when I couldn’t see him when I was working on a boat but he never did anything about it. I never did get to feel Bob’s hands on me.

This is where my imagination started to kick in a long with my raging hormones and yearnings (got I sound like a bad Mills and Boon novel!). I went unfulfilled so in the end made Bob the object of my self-pleasure fantasies.

I imagined the situation where were working on a boat and I am wearing a tight pair of shorts. I am bending over shaving off some wood with an old lathe. I feel Bob eyes on me and when I turn round quickly I surprise him and catch his eye. I follow his gaze to where he is looking at my butt. We are locked in eyes fixed on one another then without saying a word I go over and get and old blanket and lay it on the ground. All this time Bob doesn’t move he just watches me. Then as I take my sweet time making sure there aren’t any creases in the blanket. I start to undress and this is when Bob comes over and starts to help me. I lay on the blanket as Bob slowly takes all my clothes off one by one finishing with my panties. Then with his thick rough hands he gently explores my body. His hands are rough from his boat work and are like fine sandpaper on my skin and the sensation of his gentle exploration make me moan. I imagine Bob as a very considerate lover who due to the time he has spent working alone on his boats makes him slow and gentle (unlike boys my age at the time).

My eyes are closed at this point and I feel him stop and I open my eyes and he is looking directly into them and smiles as he kisses me tenderly on the lips. Then he starts to make his way slowly down my body kissing me gently as he goes. Fist the cheek, neck, chest, nipples, belly button, my thighs and then back up to my now wet centre. He takes his time teasing me he is in total control of me and his surroundings. I yearn for what is about to come as he tenderly increases the pleasure I am feeling.

Bob is teasing me it is as though he knows when I am about to reach my zenith and then stops and then starts again so I know that when he finally takes me to climax it will be a mind-blowing experience. Then after about the fifth times of taking me nearly to my summit I feel Bob’s length enter me and a ripple of sheer joy rides through me from top to toe. Then the final assent begins and rhythmically and with all a growing sense of anticipation we finally orgasm as one and my heart and mind melt into nothing as I can only feel the absolute pleasure of the moment.

Bob kissing me tenderly and then lays by my side just looking at me and smiling as I feel the warmth of the smile and my face. We just sit there him looking at me as I look up at the big Montana sky. Then somehow Bob knows I am ready and he takes me to the water for a swim where sometime in the fantasy we begin again (but that is another story!)

I know it sounds corny but well girls it works for me. I tell you now even the smell of vanish or paint can get me hot again and certainly makes me smile. I will never know if Bob ever thought of me that way but I don’t care because I have that fantasy that I still use from time to time and it really makes my self-pleasure experience even better.